Monday, 13 June 2011

Mother, Mine

She calls to you as the sun goes down
She welcomes you with sparkles of two

She washes away your dirt, with a gentle smile
in a room of blue, laughter and love.

With a goodnight kiss, a light she leaves to keep you safe.
She send to you, her angles.
She takes you in her arms and never lets go.

You awake, years have passed.
Nothing has changed.

SW, London 2011

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